Good: Well, after a very short time, my medicines are making me feel good. Too good, in fact. I'm starting to only need three or four hours sleep, and I can feel it wearing on my edges. Ah, well. The last of the steroid (which is the culprit, I think) is tomorrow morning, and maybe I can go back to being a lazy couchwarmer.
I had a nice night with my family Friday, for the first time in quite a while. I love watching the kidlets play, and I need to finish my back-yard fence. I will be talking with my neighbor soon, and buying that post-hole digger I need, to get this knocked out. Not hard to do, but that large gap leaves the risk of escape, and this I cannot allow. But, with the warmth coming, I need to get it done.
Bad: apparently I can't read, as one of my medicines wanted me to wear a stronger sunscreen than I put on before working for the St. Pat's Parade (I'm in the Hibernian Benevolent Society, who does the organization, etc). As a result I'm parboiled on one side, and could use a little time to avoid melanoma. Stupid dwiv. And, since I've had sun-poisoning, I feel the ick in my tummy of "hey, you idiot, that was stupid! Stooooopid!" so it's been bothersome. Lots of water, lots of lotion, and short sleeves. I'm glad it's 20C outside.
Weird: The grand-laws offered to take the bratlings after the parade for a sleepover of ALL of them. Uh....and with a friend coming over I was going to sneak away with for a long chat, this looked particularly opportune. But, schedules change, unforseen things happen, and suddenly da elfwife and I were completely open for what to do. After the easiest run of movies, and with nothing striking to go see.
So, on a lark, I hit up the local stage theatres. Most were a bust, but to my surprise
Dad's Garage was running the last night of
Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind so we gathered up quickly, had a snack at
Teaspace, and walked around until showtime. It was phenomenal, and I'm upset we'd not gotten over there earlier, so we'll have to watch for the return, and other NeoFuturist shows. I love going out for theatre, and though it was a fight to get her to leave LiveJournal behind, I think the elf liked it. She's not much of a person for fine art and plays, you see. At least, that's the justification I'm using for not taking her out more.
Ugly: I'm worried about a friend and her family, and hope for the best resolution. I'm also concerned at the aggression that came from another friend at the same time. I'm still working out for myself how to deal with my own passive-aggressiveness, and I don't want to seem intolerant of others, while at the same time not being tolerant of crap behaviour. I don't want to seem the hypocrite, so I'm currently just mulling it over. And, with having to be back at work today (a definately ugly), I've got plenty of time.
And, it sucks that my work laptop isn't allowed to run iTunes, or rip music, or otherwise give me some playtime. I know it's work, and I should be working, but Monday Morning APAC time is incredibly slow and dull. That's the way of it, though, when you're the chief byte-janitor. :: grabs brush and bit-bucket ::
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